When I was in the hospital after a car accident, a nurse gave me this blue blanket. I thought it was standard issue. Later, I found a tag sewn into the corner that said: "Made with love by Nora." When I was discharged, I looked it up. It was from a woman who lost her son and sews blankets for trauma patients. I still sleep with it when I can't fall asleep. Have you ever received a blanket or other keepsake that was "Made with Love" that comforts you?

I used to work at a gas station. Every morning, a man came in, bought one coffee, and left a dollar in the tip jar, even though I knew he barely had enough. When I finally asked him why, he said, "Because someone once did it for me, and it made me feel human again." After he stopped coming, I kept his habit going one dollar every day. Months later, a woman cried at the counter because she was short on gas. That extra dollar covered it. Maybe that's how small miracles multiply. Do you think that is true?